Sunbleached Stain Novels & Stories

Stormie- Six hours and many dyes later, the color couldn’t be concealed. They have tried to bleach my hair to the point that it should be fried by now, but nothing worked. I was as baffled as them about my hair, but aside from shaving my head, nothing could be done.

Her hair was purple and it was tied in a long ponytail that almost reached her waist, her nails were painted blue and they were sharp, her skirt was short, revealing almost all her thighs, her blouse was also a show tummy. Mystique gulped taking in her appearance as she sat on a stool beside the counter, her almost bare back was faced to Mystique as she licked her spoon after digging in to a cup of ice cream. Mystique frowned in disgust as she moaned in a sexual way while tracing her tongue all over the spoon.

He needs to take care of the mess that has taken place last night. *** ******** Blake stands in the middle of the bloodied hall, staring out into the sky through the huge opening in the ceiling that has been damaged earlier today. Through the hole, he sees the sun rising from the east as the darkness slowly recedes. The sun feels as if it is peeking through the canopy of gold, pink and red clouds, as it grandiosely makes its presence known to the entire world. Looking at the sun blooming slowly while scattering its rays all over, it feels as if the darkness has surrendered itself to it and the horror of the previous night has been reliev

He flipped through pins of different ombre hair styles. "Why not pink and blue like that one?" Rayan pointed on the screen. "Yeah, but I did pink like, two dye jobs ago," Mick complained as he continued scrolling. "What about something like this with the blue and orange?" Rayan had pulled his own phone out to search for ideas. "If you got the orange close to your scalp, it won't be as noticeable when your roots start to show."

She closed her eyes, breathing steadily, relaxed. She was so thin. It hurt to see her like this. I didn’t want to make quick work of it, knowing this was how she was rewarded but my throat was having a tough time swallowing. Finally, once I had finished washing her, I took out the bottles of dye remover. It wasn’t bleach but she said it might not work as well on hair that was really light with a really dark color. I was into bottle three when I could actually see streaks of her old color. Auri was patient, arms wrapped around her knees in the warm water as I scrubbed through the color in her hair.

~Valerie~ The afternoon sun is a mockery. It streams through my bathroom window, bright and cheerful, while I stand shivering in front of the mirror. I lean in close, my breath fogging the glass as I peel back the edge of the silk scarf. The bruise has deepened. What was a mild, red mark yesterday is now a heavy, plum-colored stain, a violent masterpiece of Ronan’s teeth. It looks like a brand. No amount of concealer is going to hide this, the skin is too tender, the color too wild.

I let out a sharp breath and pushed the bedsheet away. “I really thought it was dye, I promise.” I defended myself, though not with much confidence, feeling quite confused. I truly believe that was bleach. I believed it was simply the natural shade of blue that would make it appear whiter. “Take a look,” she said, pulling out the bleach she had brought and opening it for me to see. It is nearly colorless, much like water. I trembled in disbelief; this was worse than anything I had ever experienced.

the blonde reporter said. At the corner of the screen, there was an image of a lady whose eyes were blurred out. In one frame, her face was very smooth and beautiful, tagged before using the BlueMoon skincare product, while in the second image, her face was burnt—charcoal dark, like something forgotten on a stovetop—and it was tagged after using BlueMoon skincare products.

He applied the burnt blonde gently at first, but Sky’s hand suddenly came up and held Azxel’s jaw, thumb stroking it. “Rougher,” Sky murmured, still smiling. “If it doesn’t hurt, it won’t look good, we need it rougher.” Azxel obeyed immediately, sliding his fingers through the strand with firmer pressure, rubbing the bleach in until Sky exhaled quietly, not in pain, just acknowledging the sensation. Then Azxel added the pink streak Sky mentioned earlier, he added a thin, layer at the front edge of the blonde, just enough to stand out but not overwhelm it.